Warmth

As if a poem were meant to be sad
Warmth and light from the sun dim
Seekers of light handily blotted out

We will all see to different degrees
Leagues of sentinels standing over
Making certain darkness stays out

Words as flower petals, tapestries
Light that is peeled from the soul
Reflect the seeds that we’ve sewn

We might have a reason to doubt
Wonder why it rains in spite of sun
Every day greets us with anything

The canvas of our dreams painted
In love given with no expectation
Awaiting the...